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Breaking a pet

He watched her bounce, then turned to the head of the bunk, unlimbering the chains and manacles he kept there. When he turned back, she was sitting on her knees with her hands in her lap. He blinked. Damn her elven reflexes!

"I plan to establish a few things. Frankly, I should be doing the establishing on the deck, or on something uncomfortable for you, but that's tough on my knees, and, well, rank hath its privileges." He indicated the bed. "You need to be lying down, with your hands above your head. Unless you want me to force you; you know I have the capability, and I actually am long overdue for using it."

He really should just beat her until she complied, but that's what you did to a normal capture. She was something special, not just because she was an elf, but because she could fence with him, mentally and verbally. So few tried, and he was curious. The beating could wait, at least for a little bit.

He wanted to see what she would do; he was pretty sure she would obey only as much as she had to, and keep her sense of self throughout. That was one of the things he'd have to work on, but part of that was going to be showing her he could do anything he wanted to her. Right now, that involved getting her helpless, and he was curious how far he'd have to push to get compliance like he wanted.
 
Kaura had just finished settling into a comfortably modest position by the time the captain finished pulling out the longer chains. He blinked at her in surprise, and she almost giggled. It amused her even now how underestimated her race was, that the human didn't think that she would be able to sit up on her own in the time it took him to grab his restraints.

She gave him a quick look of confusion when he spoke of 'establishing' things. For a moment she did not understand what he meant by hurting his knees, and when it did strike her she felt her stomach twist.

"Already?" She said quietly when he demanded she lay back. She knew from the moment he grabbed her in the woods what these slavers intentions were with her... But she had hoped somehow that there would be more time to prepare herself.

There was only a brief pause after his order until she unfolded her arms, and leaned back. With as much grace as she could muster in this situation she stretched out onto the bed, her arms draped comfortably over her head. Her knees were still pressed together though, though she knew that would not last. Her eyes never left his, and when she got settled, she spoke once again. "You spoke of your country as though you are kind scavengers, prowling only for that which you need to survive... But that is a lie, is it not?" She said, "There is no vital need to take women from other parts of the world, and turn them into slaves for your own physical pleasure. This is simply self-serving cruelty, and you enjoy every moment of it. The control, the power, the dominance..." She took in a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. "You may have my body however you will." She forced away her trembling, meeting his eyes boldly. "You have my permission to rape me."
 
As he closed the locks around her wrists, he blatantly smirked in her face. "That would matter if what I was going to do was rape."

He moved down the bed and hauled her down, stretching her arms above her, making the cuffs bite into her wrists. The pain and minor injury were inconsequential; the collar would heal any damage that was being done, and she needed to get used to pain, as more often than not, that was going to be her lot in life. He continued as he reached to the sides of the bed to pull out the other bindings.

"From the instant you were captured, you were a slave. That means you have no rights, no volition. Nothing that happens to you is by your will," he paused, thinking. "Unless you actually want punishment. Then I suppose you could arrange for it. But you have no permission to give, as your body belongs to me anyway. That's like giving the air permission to enter your lungs when you inhale; it's just going to happen anyway, nothing you can do about it."

He brought out broad leather straps with iron locks and chains, and affixed them around her thighs, just above the knee. Then he cinched them wide and high, forcing her legs to part and rise, lifting her pelvis into the most open and accessible position possible on her back. "So either anything I do to you is within my rights anyway, or simply everything is rape. A slave can't refuse, but a slave can be assumed to be unwiling, anyway."

Kneeling between her spread open thighs, his breeches nuzzling up against the rear curves of her buttocks, projecting lewdly at him because of her leg position, he reached up and caressed her breasts, gently, fingers trailing over her nipples. His hands traced down her belly, lazily heading toward her naked lower lips. The bulge in his trousers was enticingly close to said lips. "I wonder how it will be... your only sexual contact, your entire life... and yes, I caught your slip that I'll be taking your virginity... but your entire lifetime, never having any sex that couldn't be called rape. Never having a choice in who uses your body, or when, or how -- ever." He grinned at her as one of his stroking hands found her sex. "Marvelous."

He moved half-off the bed, stroking and fingering her outer lips with one hand, his skilled fingertips seeking out and teasing, brushing and rubbing her exposed clit while he took off his clothes with his other hand. "You know, it's interesting; I believe that you haven't had a man twixt your nethers before, but if you haven't accidentally torn your maidenhead yet, in some cases, the collar will assume it is tissue to be healed. We don't know why it happens with some and not others, but if it happens with you, I could be taking your physical virginity several times a day."

He only stopped fingering her to strip off his shirt, and thus Kaura got her first look at her trainer/owner's body. He was of moderate size, lean and muscled as all the men were, with a number of scars from past misadventures. He had hair on his chest, but his nethers were either shaven or otherwise depilated, and his rigid cock seemed larger and more intimidating as a result, with his sizeable testicles hanging low and heavy as he turned toward her.
 
Kaura closed her eyes as he shut the closed the shackles over her wrists, pulling at them until they dug painfully into her skin once again. This wasn't the part she was worried about though, even if the position left her torso and breasts completely exposed and unprotected to the sadistic man.

She looked away in quiet shame as he tied back her legs, firmly describing her place in the world. No freedom, no choice, no hope. Each phrase was punctuated clearly by the tightening of the restraints, until her legs were pulled widely apart and held up high, her sex completely exposed to him. She bit her cheek again to keep from whimpering at the uncomfortably position, how unnaturally her legs were stretched above her.

Her body was hairless, a trait of her people who did not need the added warmth. The smooth and even complexion of her body marred only by the darkening purple stains left from her capture.

His hips ground into hers, and she looked away in shame, feeling a bulge press suggestively against the curve of her ass. She looked back, startled, when he spoke of taking her virginity. "You would knowingly defile me?" She whispered. "To steal away my virginity, for your own twisted pleasure?" She knew he would, even as she spoke. His hands were already teasing her breasts, touching them in a way she had never felt before.

It sent a low shiver across her body, though not from horror this time. His fingers danced over her sensitive nipples, teasing the light pink flesh into soft peaks. His hands left her breast, and she sighed, only half out of relief. His hand slid down her, lightly brushing against her stomach, before reaching her soft mound. He grinned at her, and she looked away again, unable to hold back the tears rising in her light green eyes.

He moved away some, his hand teasing her womanhood. He parted the lips slightly, expertly rubbing on the sensitive bundle of nerves just above her opening. She gasped at the contact, her body reacting on it's own, pulling against the restraints to arch her hips into his hand, one small thrust before she forced herself still again. His touch felt unbearably tender, inciting sensations she had never felt before. It violated her, disgusted her, but her body loved it, waves of pleasure washing across her womanhood each time he hit another sensitive spot. It was not long before she was wet, the smooth and hairless skin of her sex glistening in the low light.

"Please..." She almost begged as he pulled away from he, "Can you not take the collar off for long enough that I will not have to endure having myself broken in by you each time you take me?"

She broke off when she saw him naked. Not an unattractive man by any means, with a hard and lean body earned from years of adventuring. The scars that decorated his body appealed to her some as well, a testament to his strength. Her eyes trailed across him once, before settling on his erection. It seemed unbelievably huge to her, though she had nothing to compare it to.

She looked away again, closing her eyes tightly in an attempt to block out what was about to happen.
 
He paused after she asked about his defilement of her, and snorted. "Your virginity is definitely worth a lot, but with your beauty and exoticism, you're worth a lot more trained." He paused, then, thinking about it, and then continued with his explanation of the healing collar and her maidenhead.

She pleaded with him to take off the collar, and he scoffed as he turned, naked, to face her. "Listen to you panic! That weakness and fear is unbecoming an elf rebel, is it not? We don't even know it it'll happen." Then he smiled and leaned in conspiratorially as he climbed back on the mattress between her up-spread legs. "Besides: trained AND a virgin? A rare treat, and the most princely sale of all..."

He knelt between her thighs, his naked pelvis rubbing up against her proffered rump, the weight and heat of his member resting almost casually on her upturned lips, rubbing its length up and down as his fingers had rubbed up and down, teasing her in as intimate and lewd a manner as he possibly could. His hands stroked up her belly to her breasts, which he gripped with more authority, massaging them as his hips flexed slightly, nudging the underside of his cockhead against her clit. His fingers and thumbs pinched and tugged on her nipples, forcing them through simple stimulation into stiffness.

He tugged on them, pinching her to get her attention, looming above her. "I appear to be contradicting myself, because I'm giving you a choice in your deflowerment. Ideally, I should take you hard and fast, painfully, to hammer home your position. But I like you. I'm inclined to go gently. Oh, you'll still be deflowered, just more... respectfully. Like a lover, not a thing."

"All you have to do is tell me you're my whore. I want to hear you beg me to violate you, any way I want. If it's good and creative enough, I'll break you in slowly and easily." He tugged her nipples some more, pulling her soft, pliable breasts into fleshy cones before releasing them with a little bit of a snap. "It's your choice, entirely. But you have only a limited time in which to make it..."
 
He laughed at her, enough to make her lower her eyes in shame. Her begging was disgraceful, like the human women down below, fighting hopelessly against a force they had no hope of defeating.

He moved between her legs, resting the weight of his sizeable cock against the lips of her pussy, moving against her gently. Each rock of his hips generated more of the rising pleasure, until she was biting her cheek painfully to keep from making a sound. It was as though her body had a conciousness of its own, responding to his touch even as her mind begged for it to cease.

His hands trailed up her body and gripped her breast, firmer than before and she stiffled a small moan, refusing to show any sigtn of pleasure. Even as his fingers tugged her nipples, pulling then slightly to urge them harder.

His proposal made her pause, and consider. She looked at him in consideration, unable to completely hide the quiet look of pleading in her eyes. She wanted it gentle, kind, so that when she looked back on her first sexual experience there could be something pleasant to comfort her.

At the same time she did not want him to pleasure her. This man, this horrible sadist was only teasing her, trying to break her dignity in the most tempting of ways. She dispised it, already the sensations he was forcing onto her made her feel dirty.

Her eyes locked onto his as she made her decision. "I am no different from any of the other women you transport." She said evenly. "I am not your lover, and will not pretend to be. Take me as you would any other trainee, I do not fear your pain."
 
He shrugged. "As you wish. From what I hear, most women's first time tends to be pretty awful, anyway."

But his smile faded, and he didn't seem as pleased as he had been. In truth, he was no longer enthusiastic about the prospect of reducing her to a quivering wreck. He'd done it, of course, but not to an utter virgin, although he'd seen it done. But he had to, to a sex slave. A quandry. Maybe the trick was... to do both.

He went back to massaging her breasts, with increasing roughness, noting how she responded to it, both her conscious restraint and the actions of her body. He was long practiced in noting when a woman's libido had a mind of its own, and this elf woman seemed to be like that. He pumped his hips, rubbing his thick, blunt meat against her, stimulating her more and more. He took one hand and gripped his own length, rubbing it up and down, stimulating her clit more and more, judging how she reacted.

As he worked her up, his remaining hand stayed with her breasts, alternating from one to the other. He experimentally pulled on one of her nipples and pinched and twisted, seeing how her body reacted to that. Then he did it with the other side, too.

Finally, he nuzzled his cockhead into her narrow channel, feeling her tissues stretch as he pushed them aside. Only a short distance in, he felt her hymen, and he paused. He pulsed his hips a little bit, as if bouncing on the membrane, putting a little pressure on it, and looked at Kaura's face.

"Don't let your pride mar the rest of your life," he murmured softly. "Tell me what I want to hear, even if you don't mean it, and take away one single memory." He nodded to her, still "bouncing" against her hymen. He knew that if she said it once, it would still have an effect on her, and she would have an easier time saying it again. That's how repetition worked, after all, and even if she didn't mean it this time, it would work on her slowly, over time. Besides; even when he was being gentle, in a situation like this, it was bound to be kind of brutal anyway, even when he was being nice. He'd just grown to like her; if he kept any of the slaves that passed through his hands, she could easily become a favorite. So it didn't bother him to give her another chance; it was entirely in keeping with his personal ethos.

But he expected refusal. That was all right. He just had to give her one last chance, all heated up like she was by this point... and if not, he would still do what he had to.
 
Kaura watched his facial expression change, a little confused when his grin faded. He seemed almost concerned about her refusal to submit to him. A thoughtful look passed across his face, and he paused for just a moment.

His hands explored her breasts again, grabbing them roughly, pinching and pulling on her nipples. It was slightly painful, but he still seemed to be holding back, and even now she felt some pleasure from his touch. His hips ground against hers still, and she had to force herself still as he grasped his own length, adding more pressure as he thrust.

He aligned himself with her hole, and she looked away, tensing up as she waited for the inevitable. He pressed in slowly, stopping right at her virgin barrier, and rocked against it some. Each tiny thrust against it sent a jolt of pain through her body, punctuating clearly the pain that was soon to come.

'Do not let your pride mar the rest of you life.' He said gently, and she froze. Her eyes met his and she stared. It was just a few weeks ago that she was saying something similar to her own people. They were willing to destroy their race to save their dignity. Same as she was going to allow herself to be brutalized to keep her pride.

He kept bouncing, and she closed her eyes, "I am your whore." She said softly, reminding herself again that these were just words, not the truth. She would resist this order in the future... But this time she did not want to be raped. "A dirty slut for you to do with as you want. Please use me as you see fit, enjoy my body..." She opened her eyes slowly, and looked up at him, her voice softening some. "Please, I want my first time to be kind... Please, Master, I want it to be gentle."
 
Janek nodded. "I understand." He stopped bouncing against her hymen, and slowly drew himself out of her body. He reached up and caressed her cheek, softly, and then reached over and unlatched her leg strap. He didn't remove the leather, he just unhooked the iron clasp from the chain, letting her leg fall to the bed. He was still between her thighs, so the most she could do would be to wrap her leg around him. He changed hands and unclasped the other, then he rose on his knees and shifted her body upward a little, taking the pressure off her wrists. He wasn't going to unchain her (she was still a slave, after all), but her arms could lie loose, her wrists bound but not in pain.

He started caressing her breasts again, soft and teasing like before. There would be time to teach her to enjoy the rougher stuff. For now he lay upon her pelvis, the weight of his chest gently supported by his elbows while his hands massaged her mammaries. He bent his head and brought his mouth to her nipples, first one than the other, flickering his tongue against them, his first taste of elf skin and sweat. It wasn't -too- different from a human woman's, but there was enough of a hint of exotic, he found it gave this relatively humdrum activity a bit more spice than it otherwise would have.

It had been a long while since he'd been with any woman where foreplay was a factor. He enjoyed it to a degree, but usually found it a waste of time. This time was interesting, though; he might be this slave's only good memory of gentle sex. He therefore found himself wanting to make sure it was worth remembering, some vague nod to immortality through an elf slave's memories...
 
Kaura had been expecting him to slide in, gently but without hesitation. Instead his hand found her cheek, caressing her gently, and she found it oddly comforting, and for a moment she rubbed herself against his palm, before he drew himself out of her. She found herself missing his presence, the slight stretch he gave her womanhood, even when only pushed in up to her maidenhead.

He moved up, and quickly unlatched her legs, and Kaura heaved a relieved sigh. It felt unbelievably good to have them out of the uncomfortable position, and another grateful sigh when he moved her up, relieving the tension on her wrists that made the iron shackles dig into her flesh. "Thank you." She whispered quietly, and he began to caress her breasts. She knew he was still violating her, raping her... But he had displayed already that he could do it violently, rough and without restraint. These tender touches now were for her sake, to ease her gently into the life of a pleasure slave, instead of being thrust in like the other women aboard the ship.

His mouth landed on her breast, and his tongue flickered across her nipple gently. She gasped at the sensation, biting back a moan as she struggled to stay still. She could not quite stiffle a brief moan, and the slight arch of her spine, almost urging him to continue touching her.
 
His eyes sparkled when she moaned and arched; oh, her responsiveness was excellent. And her breasts were quite bountiful and well-toned; it was a pleasure to work with them. He lavished attention on them for long minutes, until she was breathing hard and moaning regularly.

Then he let his lips and tongue trail down her body, across her taut belly, shifting his body down, feeling the trail from her natural dampness as he slid against her lower lips on his way. He kept massaging her breasts, keeping up the stimulation as he brought his face down to her most sensitive area, licking and kissing her pelvis and thighs as he approached his target.

It had been years since he'd done this, and then it was to a freewoman he'd been seeing at the time. Usually if a slave received this, it was from another slave, used to humiliate the both of them. But his skills used to be pretty good, and besides, she wouldn't know the difference, most likely. He also could not pass up the opportunity to be the first human he'd ever heard of to sample what an elven woman tasted like...
 
He lavished attention onto her breasts. Suckling and flicking his tongue across her nipples. She bit her lip against sounds of pleasure, trying to keep herself quiet. Each passing moment made that a larder task, until her breathing became ragged and hard, the sensations he caused made her heart pound wildly. A low moan escaped between her slightly parted lips, followed by another. Soon she was moaning softly with his every touch, arching against him as he played with her breasts.

He moved back, and she gave a disappointed groan, feeling him trail down her body. His lips brushed over her stomach, going ever lower, slowly, teasing her. His body pressed against her warmth, a trail of her damp juices following hid body as he descended, until he was at her womanhood.

His tongue darted out to taste her. She gasped, her eyes drifting closed as he sampled her, her hips thrusting slightly into him. To his pallet she would seem sweeter, an exotic and flavorful treat.
 
He savored the taste of her, lapping slowly up her labia, knowing he was the first to really do so. Was very attuned to her motions, her body's signals, and he responded in kind. He teased her just a little bit, but then went straight in for the clitoris. Some cultures removed them, and some owners did too, but Janek was always glad to see a whole girl; it was so much easier to reward and punish when you had such a sensitive tool to work with. Right now, he was entirely in reward mode, coaxing as much pleasure out of her as he could, flickering his tongue against her sensitive button.

His fingers were not idle, either, stroking and teasing and stimulating her breasts. One hand stole down her body to start doing the same with her lovely pussy, while the other stayed to work with her chest. The lower hand started to prod and work into her virgin channel, massaging and stretching and opening it, pumping the short distance in and out to make it all the more stimulating. The hymen itself, he stroked gently with his fingertips, trying to relax it, get it prepared. He knew it was tissue, with a little blood and a few nerves, but he didn't know if it could be "relaxed." Still, he meant to get her as ready as he could, and this was part of it.

He wanted to bring her to one good orgasm this way, and while she was in the throes, with her channel all ready and prepared, he would take her then, when she was already so stimulated, she might barely even notice it. He hoped that would work, at least...
 
She moaned loudly as he licked her. His tongue danced around her pussy, enciting new sensations she had never felt before. Her hips arched and ground against him, her entire body shivering in ecstasy when his mouth landed on her clit.

His fingers pushed inside of her, filling the void his cock left when he pulled out. She ground against him some while he fingered her, pushing up to her virgin barrier, and then out again. It sent powerful waves f pleasure running up her, only intensified by the movements of his tongue against her sensitive button.

It felt good, unbelievably so. Her fingers clenched as she fought against them, trying so hard to not react to him. She didn't want to enjoy what he was doing to her, what he was forcing onto her. She reminded herself that he wanted to make her into a slave... That this was just training to to him. But that didn't hold back her moans, or stop the way she pulled against the chains, desperately writhing under his every probing touch.

She moaned louder as the sensations escalated. He was bringing her to something, she could feel it. The waves of pleasure grew more intense, washing over, each one drove her closer and closer to an ecstasy she had never felt before. "P... Please..." She moaned, "More... Please Master I need more..." The words came on their own, and she begged for him, grinding against him desperately, her entire body shaking.
 
He slithered up her body, his hand moving so his finger settled over her clit, rubbing that button expertly. Masturbating a woman, that was something he was beyond expert at. His fingertip slid across her tender flesh, sending shockwaves of sensation up her body as he moved up to look her in the face. He rubbed her, sending her cresting even higher, as he nudged his cockhead back into her, replacing it where it had been just a short while ago, leaning up a bit awkwardly so that he could fit his hand between them.

"You want more?" he hissed, his breath coming surprisingly hard; her arousal was contagious, to his surprise. "I want you to climax for me. I want you to let it go. You'll be able to climax again, this is just the start. That's it, you can feel it cresting, can't you? Let it happen, let it go. I want you to climax for me..."

He muttered to her, waiting for the signs, feeling her body writhing under his, coaxing her with his voice as well as his fingers and body. And when he saw it, when she gasped and tensed, when he felt her crashing into her first climax, ever, he flexed his hips, pushing through, sliding in. Her hymen didn't put up much resistance; it wasn't designed to, really. The pain would be sharp but, he hoped, momentary, and lost in the ecstasy of her climax.

Once through, he eased part-way in and stopped, just waiting. He knew, even if she wasn't distracted by the loss of her maidenhead, she'd still need to adjust to his presence in her body. He had promised to make it nice for her, and he knew part of it was taking his time.
 
Kaura moaned and grinded against him as he licked and sucked on her sensitive clit. She cried out for him again, and he moved up, his hand replacing where his mouth had been, barely holding her at the teetering edge of her orgasm.

Her face was painted with desperation as he moved up to look her in the eyes. The Elven composure she had tried so hard to maintain melted under his touches. Every sensation that ran through her made her shiver and quake, she nodded as he spoke. She could feel the nearing climax, even if she did not understand it. He was bringing her to something. She did not know what, but if this escalating pleasure was any hint, she knew it would be worth her submission.

And there it was, she went over the edge. Pleasure consumed her, and she writhed and almost screamed in ecstasy. She barely noticed as he lined up with her, but when he thrust in another shockwave racked through her. She was lost in the waves, the sharp pain of her hymen being broken barely even noticeable next to the sudden fullness of having her master buried inside of her.

Finally she came down, panting slightly. She had worked up a sweat from the excitement he put onto her, and she glistened in the light, radiant as she smiled. "Please... Keep going." She begged, needing more of that feeling.
 
He shushed her gently, gazing at her. "Take a moment. You're a woman now." He let that sink in, the significance, the threshold crossed. Everyone should have something good to cling to, he always thought, and it was best if they were aware of it while it happened.

Impulsively, he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. It was a small gesture of affection, but he was aware enough of women's emotions to know she probably needed such a gesture, and he didn't feel right about forcing a kiss on her lips; she probably reserved that for significance, and he wasn't going to spoil the experience he'd been creating for her. He was taking this personally, actually: if he set his mind to do something nice, it was going to be the nicest damn thing she had seen. And when he wanted to be brutal, she would fear his brutality to the core of her soul. But there was time enough for that later.

Finally, he began to move. Her juices were copious enough, there was not a worry about lubrication; he worried more about her tissues stretching painfully. So he was careful as he moved farther in, judging her reactions, until he found himself as buried as he could get. For a virgin, she had an adequate depth into her body; not much of his cock was left outside of her, which even some experienced slaves couldn't say. Once he was in, he wiggled a bit, gently grinding his pelvis against her upper pussy, hopefully getting her clit in the process. Then he drew out slowly, almost all the way, until just the head of him was inside of her, and he smoothly reversed direction and slid deep once again, still going slowly but with less worry about her poor inexperienced inner muscles. And always he was watching, careful to note any signs of discomfort and pain; if this were training, he'd have focused on those, most likely to expand them, but this time, he was trying to keep his promise of gentleness.
 
His words made her pause and stare for a moment. He let those words sink in, her eyes widened some as his lips descended onto her forehead. A woman, again she was thrust into a realm of maturity she was not prepared for.

But this she liked, as he pushed himself deeper inside of her, burying almost his entire shaft inside of her, grinding his hips with hers. She moaned, the immediate pain of being stretched barely noticeable as his hips rubbed against her clit, still overly sensitive from her orgasm. She moaned and writhed, the pleasure almost too much to stand. He began to pull out, an agonizingly slow pull that melted into a smooth thrust.

It was soft and smooth, gently easing her into the transition to being a woman and a slave. She still hated the idea of being enslaved, free of any choice or decision, but she had to question if this was rape at all. She moved with him, meeting his hips with hers. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to urge and guide his movements. If her hands were free she would have wrapped them around his neck, to draw him in for a tender kiss on the lips. As it stood she could only pull uselessly against the chains. and look up at her trainer longingly, hoping he would understand her need.
 
She moved with him, rising to meet him, her legs wrapping around and urging him deeper. He complied, pumping faster, more powerfully. This was her experience; if she wanted harder, he would give it. His body ground against hers, still brushing at her clit as his length stretched and glided in her, his chest moving over her breasts, his eyes gazing into hers. He noticed her longing look, and wondered. Could this haughty, resistant elf woman, who had seemed sure to be his most difficult challenge to break... was she actually pleading for something with her eyes?

He was beginning to really move, now, and he leaned in, drawing his face close, his eyes half-lidded from the effort and, yes, the pleasure. Even if it wasn't a training session, it was still pleasurable, very much so. He leaned his face in, smiling, listening for her next whispered request.
 
His pumping grew faster, each stroke thrusting his length far into her own womanhood, as his hips rubbed against her clit. The stimulation was amazing. Kaura felt herself responding to every thrust, letting her hips rise to meet his with each thrust.

He leaned in close, his eyes half lidded with a look of lust that must be matching her own. Still ever present was the thoughtful look though, and as he gazed at her she could not help but to think he was gauging how well he was breaking her. The thought made her smirk some, a heat in her eyes lit not from passion. If he thought she was breaking simply because she was bending to his touch, moaning under the pleasure he was giving her. Well, that would only make it easier on her to keep her mind intact during these 'training sessions'.

She leaned forward, pulling on the chains for leverage, and pressed her lips to his own. It was a small bit of comfort for her. He took everything else, her first intimate touches, orgasm, virginity; but her first kiss, she stole that on her own.
 
To say he was surprised at the kiss would be an understatement. But he had quick reactions. She stole the kiss, but he continued it, his lips sliding against hers, opening his mouth to her, turning his head to meet her kiss more completely as he kept pumping. He settled more of his weight on her, feeling her writhe more and more under his body, loving the way her body was responding, awakening to the sensations running through it.

He found himself enjoying the experience, as well. He always enjoyed sex, but this was also good to see her reacting so well.

He kissed her deeply, now, questing with his tongue like a lover when she opened her lips to him. He found himself caressing her face while they kissed, while he ground up into her. He felt himself building up to a climax, and knew he had to take a pause, he had to change up. So he pulled away, rose up on hands and knees, pulling out of her entirely. He found himself breathing hard, and he smiled. It had been far too long since he let himself go like this, loosened his focus on the training. Because of his one promise, he could afford to loosen up. And it felt good.

"It would be a shame," he said, panting just a bit, "if I didn't show you more..." And he lifted one of her legs, starting to turn her on her side, moving behind her, shifting lower on the bed.
 
Kaura had not expected such a willing response to her kiss. She had half expected a punishment for her boldness, a scolding on how a slave should do as their master wants, and not initiate based on their own desires.

Instead his lips slid with hers, parting slightly and urging her to do the same. His tongue darted into her mouth, eagerly playing with her own, dancing and teasing. She responded almost timidly, tasting him as he enjoyed her, and it was surprisingly pleasant. For all his rough looks and cold demeanor, this was surprisingly pleasant. His hand gently caressed her cheek, his body pressed against hers. It was so close and intimate she could almost believe she was his lover, in not for the bindings that held her hands above her head still.

His thrusts became faster, and she could feel his breath becoming more and more ragged, hot against her skin as he started to near his peak. The thought excited her, more than imagining her own nearing orgasm. She wanted him to climax inside of her, much to her surprised, longed for him to mark her.

He pulled away, breaking the kiss and pulling his length out of her. She looked up at him in surprise, and he grabbed her and gently turned her onto her side. She helped him raise her leg into the air as he positioned himself behind her, and she bit her lip in anticipation, waiting for the moment he took her again.
 
He moved himself close behind her, his chest pressing against her back, and gently guided his length back into her. She hadn't had time to fully close yet, much less heal (if that's what her hymen was going to do; the collar worked gradually, so they wouldn't know until she'd been inactive for a while), so he slid in as easily as he had been. At some point he was going to have to break in all her holes, but right now was not that time.

He entered her, and pressed close behind her. His arms wrapped around her, his hands stroking and caressing. One arm went under her body, and thus had more limited mobility; that hand slid downward, between her thighs, where his expert finger started teasing and working her clit again. The other began stroking and massaging her breasts once more, plucking gently at the nipples, fingertips tracing over her skin.

And his mouth ended up at the back of her neck, his breath hot and still ragged. He began to plant kisses there, and nibble softly, stimulating her neck and, yes... moving up toward her ear. He began to pump into her again while his hands and mouth were busy, slowly at first, letting her get used to the new position, and not coincidentally letting himself get control once more of his own arousal.

He desperately wanted to let loose deep inside her, and he would, but that promise of his didn't let him shirk on his duties. In this position, with his fingers in play and his lips against her tender ears, he would be able to bring her off at least once more, possibly more, before he finally spent himself. He liked the way she orgasmed, and looked forward so seeing more of it.
 
Kaura almost trembled as she waited, he pulled out when she was nearing climax, and she ached with need for him. He pressed his body close to hers, and pushed inside of her once again. She opened up easily to him this time, without any pain, only the pleasurable fullness of having his cock shoved deep inside of her.

His arms snaked around her, one looping under her and moving down to her clit. He rubbed it, sending more jolts of pleasure washing over her, she moaned and moved with him again, his other hands playing with her breasts again. He tugged on her nipples, and she gave a groan, letting the sensations wash over her.

He began his kisses on her neck and she shivered, moaning as he teased her, his breath hot against her skin. His lips brushed over her ears, and she gasped, the coursing pleasure almost too much to stand. She knew her ears were sensitive to the touch, but in the heat of passion, it was better than the fingers brushing against her clit. "It's too much..." She gasped, writhing and twisting, in too much ecstasy to lay still. Her climax was soon, she could feel it, and even as the first words of protest left her mouth, a more desperate plea followed, "I'm close, Master!" She bit off a moan, nearing her peak, "Please I am so close!" She wanted that moment again, that indescribable feeling of pleasure he brought to her before.
 
He sucked on her earlobe, fingers doing their different jobs, and his shaft pumping regularly, like a machine. He trapped her earlobe in his teeth and murmured softly, his breath hot in her ear, "I want you to cum for me, I want you to let it take you. Cum for me," he kept repeating, her writhing in his arms, under his hands. He wanted to bring her off, as many times as she could manage. It was for her own pleasure, and it had the side-effect of giving him some idea of her endurance.

On an impulse, he reached up to the top of the bed. The manacles there were actually two wrist cuffs with a length of chain, attached to the frame in the middle. If he could reach up and... the belaying pin, now that it wasn't under stress by having the slave's arms pulled taut, was easy to work free, and suddenly her arms were... still cuffed, but could move, and had about a foot and a half of chain between them. From the way she was squirming, he could tell she'd love a bit more freedom of motion.

He coaxed her, urged her into her next climax, and reveled in it when it finally came, as he knew it must. He kept going, letting her ride it, extend it, and when she seemed to pause to catch her breath, he kept pumping steadily but paused his fingers, whispering "Do you want to stop? If it's too much, we can do something else a while..."
 
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